They announce their coming to the street, with slapping footfalls weighed by a day's work. Drunk on beers they can't pronounce in outifts bearing rust-red crosses, whose straining seams were stitched together for the lowest price by people they despise. Please, try not to be offended.
Beauty gets hung up in galleries, left to fade but they want you to look in monthly magazines that ask you live, fighting time.
It's Charlotte Brontë's birthday today but she's not that great. Emily is the best Brontë sister. Scuffed garden path, leading to the graveyard that spreads out below your window, growing, like a black mould, day by day. The carpenter and stonemason grow quietly rich. The gravedigger wakes each morning with an ache that ripples across… Continue reading NaPoWriMo #21 – How Worthy Are The Dead?
So, you may have noticed that there has been a lot more anti-immigration rhetoric being thrown around than usual. It's a sad reflection on our society that this rhetoric has only increased in the wake of the news that hundreds more people have died whilst trying to cross the Mediterranean. With this in mind, I've decided to write… Continue reading NaPoWriMo #20 – A New National Anthem
Held down by bottoms, blown by April winds. Down to the month of May.
Fill a broken cup with water faster than it can hope to flow out. Pray you'll never chip. Spend so long genuflecting that your knees grow sore. I bear the chips and stains of a well-loved mug, no crisp piece of crockery put to one side, saved in case the Queen comes by am I. Each… Continue reading NaPoWriMo #18 – Living Is A Mug’s Game
Like the foam at the crest of the wave and the sky. Like the moon and the crack in the clouds. Like the pan and the hob, the butter and cob. I love you in all of these ways. As chimes hanging freely, awaiting the wind. As trees lie in wait for the rain. As… Continue reading NaPoWriMo #16 – Appropriate